[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/eeqj5m4k1/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7)
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Fitz yelped loudly enough to be heard in the hallway as Daphne started pulling him out. He grabbed onto one of the support legs of the beg and held onto it tightly, preventing Daphne from dragging him out from underneath the bed. He heard Jackie in the hallway and started to shake even more as he clung to the frame. She was [i]definitely[/i] going to think he had slept with Daphne! And then one of the scary commanding officers was going to throw him out into the cold vacuum of space because of it. He was really regretting not staying back on Osiris - or just having the common sense to not stay in a pretty girl's room talking all night until he fell asleep. 	

	[color=8882be]"I-I-I-I l-l-l-like it here..."[/color] Fitz fibbed. He was entirely clueless as to the real tragedy happening on the ship and how tiny his problems were in comparison. But that didn't matter. His brain was screaming at him to not crawl out from underneath the bed at any cost. There could have been an army of reavers underneath the bed and he wouldn't have budged. And he was [i]deathly[/i] afraid of reavers. It just was further proof of how terrified he was, both of the Captain and her Second in Command. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/aoq9dqhq9/tumblr_njqfum5md91r71apmo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception, Medicine, Life Sciences, Discipline
[/center][hr]	At first, Dorothy was completely in denial that anything would happen to Atticus. He was tough and stubborn; and sure, they'd lost crew members before but not him. He was too irritating to die. If he did die, he'd surely make a point of rising again, just to compare himself to one biblical character or another. Dorothy was certain of it. She didn't voice any of this, silently working alongside Jahosafat in an attempt to save Atticus' life. It was by the fifteenth minute that her certainty in Atticus' survival began to slip. A cold feeling came over her entire body and she felt sick to her stomach, as if her heart itself was aching, but she kept on working to try and revive him. Jahosafat's words hit her like a bullet to the stomach. She bit her lip, forcing herself to look away from Atticus. 

	[color=4dffa6]"...No, I think work is best right now,"[/color] Dorothy said, though her voice was rather quiet. As she looked down at Atticus' lifeless body on the medical bed, her eyes watered but she blinked back the tears, attempting to stay strong. She didn't want to go eat breakfast and think about Atticus' lost life. Keeping busy would be the best way to distract her mind, especially from a ridiculous question that kept on plaguing her. She hadn't fancied Atticus - he was just a friend. A very good friend. Someone she had grown to care for. Someone...

	Dorothy stopped her thoughts for a moment. Atticus was dead. The very least she could do would be to privately admit what she had never told him in life - that she was sweet on him. She liked him, despite all of his many faults.